Fear of Knitting

Here I am in Dallas. Again. For the first time since 9/11/01 I brought my knitting on a plane. I've always been afraid of having it "seized." I was mildly anxious the time since I'd made no advance preparation as to what to do with it if they wouldn't let me through security. I just gambled that the very fine, very blunt bamboo needles 1) wouldn't be seen or recognized on the scanner, and 2) wouldn't appear threatening if examined. It helps that there is the very diminutive embryo of a sock hanging off of them. Maybe we are on our way back to civilization.